I hate guitar players. I hate guitars. I hate sound of guitars, their smug look, their owner's apathy. I only date men with enough to pay guitar players to go away. Pay them in knuckle sandwiches. And then I step in and say 'how 'bout a nice Hawaiin PUNCH to wash that down?'

Um.

What was this article? Oh. Yeah. My sex drive is fine, poor or rich.

But money well-spent on this research. How's that cancer situation workin' out? Guess we got that biological snafu solved?

fusillade762:I'm poor as dirt these days yet I manage to wake up with a boner almost every morning. Can't explain that.

Sometimes it's five minutes before I can piss. Then that can take a while because my prostate's started acting up already.Then for the rest of the day it just sort of hangs there, but since there's nothing worthwhile to do with it that's not so bad. But first thing in the morning I could drive 10p nails with this thing.

Weatherkiss:No wonder I can't get any dick. I have a roll of benjamins crammed up there. Thanks, Time!

Having clicked your profile because I'm a lonely Internet guy who's too depressed for desperation, I get the feeling we'd agree on a lot of things but it's hard to know for sure because my eyes glazed over after the first hundred words. Maybe I'll try again after my quart of coffee.

When I can't afford it, yes. There's one amateur ho around here who seems just crazy enough to be interesting; I'd like to get to know her a little but something tells me I'd have to pay her for a BJ first. But yes I'd still want the damn BJ: if I ever get desperate for conversation talk therapy is covered and nobody would feel obliged to say "Honey, it's not THAT small."